Thursday, February 28, 2019


The crocheted frame my Mom made that I treasure. She suffered a massive stroke not long after. 

Tomorrow, March 1st, my baby Lisa would have turned 35 years old. Incredible to me. The years march on and on (onward from 1984), and I cannot envision Lisa any age other than last I saw her . . . just 9 and 1/2 months young.

I got tired of wondering what she'd have been like had she physically lived past 1984. In the end, it just doesn't really matter. The possibilities are endless and I've long tired of trying to figure out which choice she would have made: her appearance; her likes; her dislikes, etc. The only thing that matters now to me, is that we are in a loving relationship and God assures me we'll be reunited in Paradise.

I've read something recently that talked about those soon to cross over, how they have dreams unlike any other as far as "realness." All report seeing their deceased relatives and/or friends. Deceased pets were seen by those who were very young. These dreams brought great reassurance to those that were dying. I think that's why my own father had a vision of seeing my Lisa at the end of his bed, just sitting there, all young lady-like and gorgeous. The tell-tale sign was her hair behind one ear like it was in a photo my Dad had of Lisa. He'd felt just awful he'd never even had a chance to hold her before she went to Jesus. The vision was a way of helping to ease that pain before he crossed over, a short while later.

Isn't that just like God? To give us comfort, in order to prepare us, before we physically die. (Usually a scary prospect to the majority of us.) I realize now, that God is all about comforting us. That's what a parent does if they love their child. They try to soften an upcoming stressful situation as much as possible. A parent may allow something painful to occur, but the parent still loves the child. God is love. Short and sweet. Just like my adorable Lisa.

I love you always and will see you soon, my little angel-child.


Dale said...

Dear Donna, I think it's normal for mothers who have lost a child (ren) to try to imagine them in different stages of growth. It must be just as normal to only think of them the age they were when they left. Unlike the loss of your babies, Brandon had already matured into a healthy young man. I never had to imagine him going through the different stages that you have missed with Lisa and Michael. Just think! You will know them in Heaven at whatever their heavenly stage will be.

I know you cherish that frame your mom crocheted. Lisa is adorable.

It must be a wonderful measure of comfort that your dad saw a vision of Lisa before his time was over. Could it possibly be because it was a preview of the Lisa he hadn't seen her prime heavenly age? Something to think about.

Love and Brandon Bear hugs.

Donna said...

Thank you so much, Dale. I do gain comfort from my dad having seen Lisa in a "vision-visit." It wasn't long before he, himself, transitioned, which makes it even more poignant to me... As always, much love to you and dear Brandon Bear!

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